For those of you unfamiliar with railroad terminology, an iron spike is not a dry cleaner’s celebration after reaching the end zone. It’s the hefty nail that secures the railway track to the tie. I laid a little track in my day. Spike and rail that was fit to be tied, and they would throw a curve at us with a switch or too every now and then.
Always tough, holding strong, but a little rusty with age, is that a description of an iron spike or an Iron Mike? Mike Tyson, 58 years young, will be taking on 27 year old Jake Paul a week from now. For those of you not adept at complex mathematical constructs, Tyson’s opponent is less than half his age. That’s a pay for view that I won’t be paying to view, I’ll gladly wait for the YouTube highlights and might even miss that, although I won’t “miss” it if you know what I mean.
Yes that upcoming fight will probably be as forgetful as a post bong Fonger, but who can forget Railway City’s famous Dead Elephant. Poor Jumbo, PT Barnum’s “big” attraction, was derailed so to speak in St.Thomas* when he was killed, it was a highly locomotional moment.** This link laden paragraph is a segue into this spike full sampling for another Railway City brew, their Iron Spike. Time to get back on track with this review.
A rusty reddy ruddy dark red pour, take that as read. Heady and ready. A super suds pour if we were to score the pour. Aroma of a brown, nutty with a rusty malt. First taste is malt, a bit nutty, and full flavoured. A touch of caramel to go with the mild backend bitters. This brew is full of good flavours, complex, balanced and delicious. Full flavoured and yet amenable to big swigs. Too tasty to be easy but tasty enough to go down quickly.
McCarthyism be damned, no red scare here, just a great capitalistic red ale that anyone who drinks it will profit from. My accountant keeps telling me, “you’re in the red again” but just doesn’t understand that sometimes that’s a good thing.
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